SMELL TEST

I could be doing other things with my time apart from calling you to tell you that I would be sending you this email, let alone take the time to write you something that you may end up hitting the “delete” button once you see by looking in the right margin that it is quite long.

I began writing the full text of this email about 6:15 PM soon after returning from a rather long mid-afternoon walk with the dogs here at the rock cabin-home, having well before noon eaten the most delicious tasting French cheese, not very smelly, tomato and avocado sandwich washed down by a second cappuccino, the first at about 5 AM when I got up to take the dogs on a short walk given how I knew I needed to do more to “restore the trust” specifically with Maggie despite taking both dogs on a long walk last night immediately after I got here; my guilt for not having properly “taken care” of Maggie, not that she didn’t have plenty of food and more than half the water I had left for her when leaving the night before to come back to Del Mar but a “miscommunication” with the lady who takes her for walks when we are not around resulted in Maggie who did have “the run” of half the cabin, being left all alone, locked in, for all of 27 hours.

Not to mention when not so long ago if she was “upset” as being “left home all alone” for much shorter periods, sometimes just a couple of hours, she would make it her business to do business #2, and the fact that she hadn’t even touched the food I had left her 27 hours prior after a rather strenuous and fast paced walk of the 90 minute loop walk still has me feeling sad.

But nothing like I felt when seeing the note I had left for lady still hanging on the outside of the front door when arriving.

But I also know that what you experienced yesterday was a “life changing” experience that is a whole lot more than simply “sic”.

To be in a position at such a young age to have your “dream come true” and win “fairly and squarely” a competition against “fierce” but also “good friends” who only know you and nothing about your biological parents, is nothing short of awesome.

When you were much younger about 7, maybe 8 when you had just started playing soccer and were “head and shoulders” better than anyone on your team or the opposing team but still very unsure about your “miserable world” that had to seem like it was “falling apart” even though your biological parents had been separated and divorced for several years.

Of course the only thing I knew to get you to stop feeling “sorry for yourself” which is exactly what John Ben wanted was to have you exert yourself on the playing field given how extraordinarily boring was school amongst such retard teachers whose name like Ms. Francis should have “u” [sic] this instant feeling elated but not to the point that you would be so dumb as to get totally “carried away”,,, but go ahead and enjoy the moment.

But I knew as I have written you once before that something was seriously wrong with your brain as I arrived late to that one soccer-football game where you were so incredibly lame on the field it looked like you were playing the lame game of baseball but using your head rather than bat while tossing whatever little remained of your brain cells in to that baseball helmet?

For your soccer coach to have taken you, the best player on the team, out of the game during the first half when your team was losing and John Ben Stewart was pacing up and down the sideline screaming at you to “do this and that” when this non-athlete of non-athlete couldn’t figure out that it was his presence that was troubling not only you but the coach, showed that while your coach really didn’t know the first thing about the incredible game of soccer he had “heart” and lots of it and wasn’t going to let you suffer a moment longer.

But I had decided “no matter what” I was going to get you back in that game even if it meant me pulling the coach aside and suggesting he sit out the rest of the game along with John Ben.

My “job” was made a whole lot easier as John Ben walked off the field simply “disgusted with you”, of course never thinking for a moment to take responsibility.

After simply telling you that I was going to speak to the coach and that he would agree to you going back in once the second half began you looked at me with tears in your eyes but neither of us said a single other word.

It wasn’t so much that your team won but how they simply looked like they were “standing on their hands” as you played ever single position on the field scoring 4 goals which was just one enough to win.

But I don’t need to remind you that such a celebration time was a “lifetime away” and you haven’t come close, despite being recently “barreled” that was the “talk of the town”, to matching such awesome “footwork” not even close, until yesterday when again you showed you need no one other than your mother constantly at your side which is the way it should be especially when you have a mother that all your friends without exception wish was theirs.

But you have never been either in a “war zone” or received the type of combat training I began receiving when I was much younger than you by “friends” of my Royal Mater’s when I first began visiting Israel back in the summer of 1966, although on each occasion my “instruction” lasted only a few minutes but I learned enough without ever once feeling the need to open my big mouth that by the time I was 15, just a year older than you, those “friends” of my RM had “passed me over” to much skilled Israeli Special Op commandos who were like former Prime Minister of Israel “art of krav maga”

The fact that I am not an “expert” in anything “defensive-offensive”, not even close, but knowing enough that if my legs have been chopped off below my knees and I have someone who cares willing to administer the bandages, to be able assuming I haven’t passed out just from the sight of the blood to deliver one possibly “death blow” that lets be honest wouldn’t carry much if any “weight” should have you laughing and John Ben loading up his rifles but finding his fishing buddy to patrol for swordfish in front of the cliff house as he would then need to find someone who can actually see and then to still be able to find someone else to pull the trigger would take the sort of convincing that I doubt John Ben is capable of mustering although maybe you would know what he has done with all the monies and his colleagues at Sharp Memorial Hospital have stolen over the years.

You weren’t quite expecting me to now tell you about some of the things such as insurance fraud perpetrated 24/7 by not just out-of-control rogues like former practicing pathologist Dr. John Ben Stewart MD, that I became truly expert at soon after figuring out a “number of things” including the reality that even if I could, if “push came to shove”, take on pretty much anyone, at least one on one, so long as they were not bigger or stronger than me.

Just a single bullet even if not square between the eyes could certainly mess up my prospects of finding someone as awesome as your mother which became the “focus of my attention” when my Royal Mater at about your age suddenly went from encouraging me to become a member of one of Israel’s most elite Special Forces units to “find yourself a nice Jewish girl whose father has lots of money!”

By age 15 I had also figured out that when my RM said pretty much anything it was always the “reverse” that was true.

Second, I knew for a fact that my RM had access to all the cash she and I would ever need given how had in calling for the assassination of the American Charles Engelhard seen to it that her “lucky friend”, my uncle David Moshal Gevisser Engelhard not only got a $6 million “sign on bonus” to be the executor of CE’s most awesome mineral rich estate but if my uncle didn’t “behave himself” it would be “off with his head”.

Are you now feeling better about yourself that “sumhow” John Ben may in fact be a better human being than my RM?

My RM ranks up there, no matter how much “ill feeling” I have towards “on occasion” for simply being “Just Quiet” which of course she has been now for quite some time, traveling here and there, getting nice Jewish boys of 28 years old to play her guitar, much like how your mom gets you and your friends to play guitar which I agree is a darn sight more sweet to the ears than my singing.

Pypeetoe, just got up from under the covers here in the living room of the stone home, yet to shake his ears, but nor am I singing.

Now he has settled down once again, it possible he was hearing the coyotes but I haven’t heard a thing, probably because I have been typing perhaps pressing the keyboard a little too hard which tends to bother him much like Marie.

It is possible that you are now thinking like me that there are many ways I could prove to you beyond a shadow of a doubt that the overwhelming majority of people on my email list read each and every one my missives at least twice if not SIGNIFICANTLY more but to you and your sister unless my names appears in the newspaper or on TV or more importantly that all your friends are talking about me and then it is all about how much “money” I have to be “making”, you most likely couldn’t care less.

Yet you KNOW there has been enough talk around you to know that your biological father John Ben aka SD made a big deal about the “64.000 hits” just my one website wwww.Nextraterrestrial.com received during the criminal court proceeding back on October 24^th 2004 that may have you still choosing not only to “be quiet” but reading along at your own pace not necessarily thinking like others who will get to read this whether I will disclose the extraordinary internet business model I was told about the other week by someone you know which in the hands of someone like Devin Standard who you also know but much better would have Devin in possibly less than 24 hours with just a little “pricing direction” from me able “land himself” as much as $100 million if not more.

In the hands of someone a whole lot more financially sophisticated like Newell Starks who you have met on a number of occasions but may not remember since it has been going on 6 years, the knowledge I have at my fingertips could generate for Newell and his fellow officers at Citicorp Venture Corporation very possibly a billion dollar fee.

In the hands of someone such as myself, a whole lot more financially sophisticated than Newell and all of the officers of Citicorp Venture Corporation combined I would easily be able to afford without “tapping in to my reserves” the most expensive Lear Jet in the world all finished in solid gold within 1 hour of the New York Stock Exchange opening tomorrow morning, which assumes of course President George W. Bush continues to fail to do the right thing and the smart thing which is also the right thing and immediately suspends the trading of shares in public corporations for reasons you should by now fully understand and if not ask John Ben who is out of work and then tell me verbatim what this idiot has to say.

Not to mention how back in July 2002 at Danielle’s 13^th birthday party, John Ben first showed his ugly growl as mentioned to your mom with John Ben seated across from us that I had offered Newell who I had loaned $40,000 a “double or quits” bet if Marie purchased for herself a Lear Jet within 12 months.

Can you imagine anyone on this planet apart from John Ben, his mother, King Golden Jr., Roger W. Robinson shouting out across the table, bearing in mind I wasn’t talking to John Ben,

Who apart from you do you think should play you in the blockbuster movie of all time?

I am thinking of that one blonde actor who looks just like John Ben but of course much better looking and of course in much better shape,,, can’t think of him name right now but I have mentioned him before to your mom.

But the problem with us getting a fleet of Lear Jets besides for the parking problem we have at the Cliff House and we are only allowed to dig here deep in the Cleveland National forest during the month of October and I don’t think the Forest Service like me that much that they will allow a single runway let alone the 12 I have in mind that could serve another couple of dozen Israeli Kafir Jets housed of course underground which the Israeli military have always maintained, “didn’t work out”, give me a break!

I not only have “integrity” I also know that unless I want to get as fat as a pig like you know who there are only so many “square meals” a day I can eat even if circling the globe 24/7, the same with Pypeetoe, the same with Maggie.

And to put such fictitious-worthless “monies” in your and your sister’s hands wouldn’t do me any good, agree?

You see I cannot talk for either of you since you may have some really good ideas of your own that would make me stop everything I am doing, remembering that I could be following up right now with journalist Seymour M. Hersh and the Attorney General of the United States on a number of important issues of the day, but so far neither of you have yet to present me with a single business model that would, in my humble but seasoned opinion, “stand the test of time.”

So how much time do you think we have left before enough of you say “Enough of all the bs”?

Then again you never asked me for anything not even my opinion of when exactly will the capital and financial markets collapse given how all your “needs” as well as “wants” are all taken care of, apart from me “leaving you in peace” to be distracted by all the surely G-d-given distractions?

I feel mostly right now for people like you and Danielle who while able to mouth words, “necessity the mother of invention” don’t have a clue about what it means which is why you cannot even begin to “apply yourselves” to figure out your “purpose in life”, no different to all so self-absorbed?

Not to mention that just because you may be fortunate to get one of the very few decent paying jobs which is not part of some criminal enterprise like the pharmaceutical industry only means that I should remain “hopeful” for you.

But that is as far as it goes given again the extraordinary disadvantage you have being bred in such an utterly corrupt society where pretty much all those around with “money” are hell bent on having you end up more corrupt than them which you may think RIGHT THIS MINUTE is NOT POSSIBLE but as she as you take a deep breath and realize that neither of you are the smartest people in the world, not even close, and everyone apart from your mother and I who you know is in fact corrupt just by the fact that no one other than your mother and I tell you the truth should have your figuring out what exactly are you going to be doing to be living anywhere close to this “good life” without being even more corrupt than the rest hell bent on making your more corrupt given two things:

First, I know you don’t listen all that well, given your lack of follow up questions, i.e. you have no interest in wanting to hear the truth and what you can actually do to not be anywhere near as corrupt as everyone else you know, again apart from your mother and I “living well”.

Second, if your plan is not to live in our sort of surroundings what exactly stops you from questioning why you would take a penny from John Ben versus telling him right to his face to hand over to you both the “hush money” he has set aside for you both?

I have already given you so many facts about how “blackened” are John Ben Stewarts’ hands and so far neither of you have sought to even begin to “refute” such facts simply suggesting with your “deafening silences” that “it is your issue, nothing to do with us”.

But maybe it will help you both grow up REAL FAST by me explaining to you why I BELIEVE he had his lawyer George Hurst Esq. introduce into evidence your mother’s very carefully crafted will that I had her get witnessed by our former neighbor, attorney Jim McFarland Esq. on January 3^rd 2002 when I was “quite certain” the share price of Vivendi and its 63% owned subsidiary Vivendi Environmental would begin collapsing and those with my knowledge which would not have been considered “insider trading” could have made with just what John Ben used to earn annually before the Great Lord had him “sidelined” forever at least practicing medicine possibly as much as $100 million as V and VE lost some $63 billion odd in value over a period of 280 continuous days, certainly more than the couple of million each I suspect John Ben has set aside for each of you.

I don’t expect either of you to be able to follow precisely my computations in the above paragraph but nor do I expect you to question either my logic or truthfulness, which over time becomes one and the same.

Not to mention, that unless he was foolish enough to have invested money in the stock market I think I could help you both in “formulating” the right type of questions that will “ferret out” what he has been doing with the well over $20,000 a month paid to him monthly by his partners at Sharp Memorial Hospital, apart from paying lawyers, settlements and the such.

You do know how much vacation a year John Ben Stewart got over the past 20 or so years working for the pathology that didn’t seem to calm him down when whining about the pitiful child support check he pays your mother that when I last his tax return amount to about 10% of his gross check.

So go ahead and look at one of Danielle’s pay check stubbs to see how much John Ben would have been left with each month that again wasn’t enough to stop him from whining about the pitiful check he pays your mother to work feverishly to overcome all the poor conditioning you get when spending some 50% of the time with this scoundrel.

Not to mention how what first “triggered me” in to “action” when he unilaterally decided, i.e. without consulting your mother to reduce the pitiful child support check and when confronted told her in front of the two of you, “You are always too busy to discuss these childish matters” [sic]!

From the very start of the proceedings on October 24^th 2002 when Judge Hendrix was imploring both John Ben and his lawyer not to proceed in his criminal courtroom and to try and resolve the “issues” in Family Court it was 100% obvious that Judge Hendrix, barring me not saying something stupid, was going to rule in my and your mother’s favor, i.e. NOT GRANT JOHN BEN the PERMANENT RESTRAINING ORDER he SO SOUGHT with a vengeance, bordering on the laughable.

Before you think for a minute there was anything funny about being in my shoes on that day or any time prior up to and including September 11^th 2002 when he took you in hand down to the criminal courthouse in downtown San Diego to file the baseless criminal complaint against me, I say again, BE QUIET and follow along at your own pace, taking as many “time outs” as you need.

Not to mention that in an affadvit that John Ben prepared for the court that day which he put his John Hancock to, i.e. signed his sworn statement “under penalty of perjury” just like the initial complaint against me where he described me with the exact same physical description as his monster on-off-again Ms. Dawn, he contended that the only reason your mother was “siding with me” was because I had “bought Marie off”, stating very specifically that I had bought her the rock cabin to serve like your “trust funds” as “hush money”.

We had a very good attorney at our side on October 24^th 2002 but we needed one full day for James C. Ashworth Esq. to get himself together which included getting a haircut and finding himself a suit that made him look like he had just come out of Auschwitz.

I did in fact manage to keep my “big mouth shut” even though again from the start the whole purpose of John Ben proceeding down this reckless path was to try and get me to “act out” that would have very possibly caused the judge who had absolutely no evidence that I was a danger to "heither" [sic] you or your sister, ruling in John Ben’s favor bearing in mind that I had no “legal status” as it relates to the two of you since I was not at the time married to your mother.

And yes the Judge did try and talk your mom and I into getting married just to try and “soften the blow” as he slammed John Ben but of course John Ben never hurt since it didn’t cost him anything “to speak of”.

Not to mention both your mom and I told the judge “unequivocally” that we would never go along with getting married to “appease” anyone.

To mention little of big awkward John Ben is and has always been about “money, money, money, poor me, poor me, poor me”.

What an actor is John Ben who your mother simply refers to as a “flat line” because it helps her sleep at night while knowing deep in her heart that he is the evil of evil worse than anyone she has ever met.

And yes we have seen our share of evil people here in heavily corrupt Del Mar where even the city council members when they have someone such as myself without much of an “ax to grind” just questioning in a very mild voice, preferring to use email which makes it all nice “black and white”, why IT IS that the council members are “so corrupt” they decide to have a Deputy Sheriff show up at a meeting knowing I would be present because I had emailed them to let them know.

And why would a Deputy Sheriff show up at a meeting and be part of the conspiracy to intimidate me from simply questioning their corruption is because the corrupt city council which reflect the corrupt “ money power” have the “money power” to summon a Deputy Sheriff with a view to “intimidate me”.

And of course you have both seen that John Ben is such a “transparent” pitiful actor but when you have a doctors credential and you are in a criminal court room proceeding and the Judge knows nothing about what is really going on behind closed doors although I understand it was in the open when John Ben approached Danielle while she was taking a break from working at Java Kai to once again “use and abuse” Danielle in an effort to avoid marrying Ms. Dawn who for what apart from “money reasons” has gone along with John Ben’s charade that he “rili cares about” [sic] you, then the Judge has to make “judgment calls” and when it is in fact to “keep quiet and let people think you to be fool than to speak out and remove the option play” [sic].

Keeping my mouth shut tight was really not all that difficult during the criminal proceedings on October 24^th 2002 that should go down as not just a “day in infamy” but a day to be celebrated by all independent thinkers especially female independent thinkers as your MOST EXTRAORDINARY eloquent and elegant mother “rose to the occasion”, the best when the Judge wanted to know after reading in John Ben’s affidavit that she was “poor” and had been “bought off by me”, asked when told it was your mother and NOT ME who had actually paid for the rock cabin, “How could you afford it?” without missing a beat Marie responded, “I didn’t lose money in the stock market!” which had to have taken even the Judge by surprise.

Telling it the way it is, always telling the truth and nothing but the truth is really easy and yes it is to most judges quite astonishing that certain people like your mother and I always tell the truth, although we can both get confused despite our “smarts” with all the nonsense that is spoken “back and forth” in courtrooms all geared to maintain the “status quo”.

So helped by my attorney who besides for knowing that John Ben didn’t have a “leg to stand on” plus AGAIN, the fact that the judge spent a great deal of time at the beginning to try and stop John Ben from proceeding in his courtroom and to instead go again the Family Court route where the two of you would have been called as witnesses and very possibly with all the evidence of criminal wrongdoing by John Ben and Co he would have lost his 50% custody and the fact that I had your mother seated on my left responding to John Ben’s nonsense with the most out-of-this world controlled VENGENCE IN ABUNDANCE, I remained very quiet but knowing that it was just a question of time before the “next shoe would fall”.

And of course John Ben knew having been also so well coached by King Golden Jr. Esq. and Co. that I didn’t need a single human being on the planet to tell me to “behave myself” in a courtroom setting or anywhere for that matter.

I am the guy responsible for “buttering the bread” of Mr. Golden Jr. for well over a decade.

I knew for a fact that once John Ben still decided to proceed down this reckless path where the Judge had made it as crystal clear as it gets that he was going to LOSE HANDS DOWN that John Ben and Co. had something extraordinarily sinister “up their sleeve”.

Remember, I had the “goods” on number of criminals besides for John Ben and his partners in the pathology department at Sharp Memorial Hospital including the “goods” on King’s bosom buddy, “our man Roger”, who was in fact “calling the shots” during President Ronald W. Reagan’s first and so very important administration when the “fix” was “put in” to begin bankrupting the United States of America.

You’ve heard of the extraordinarily strong allegations recently leveled DIRECTLY against Mr. Putin, President of Russia for having his goons assassinate in London, England, a former KGB colonel?

And when I saw a “blown up” copy of your mother’s will appearing as an exhibit in the courtroom I knew that this was “it” but I still couldn’t figure out exacting what Mr. Plotter of Plotter was up to.

And then when all John Ben’s attorney George Hurst Esq. had to say was that your mom’s address appeared at the top of the page of her will and that having her address “appearing on the internet” was “sumhow” [sic] a “threat” to the two of you, so my antenna and that of our attorney went “sky high”, although James C. Ashworth did not know as much as I did about Roger W. Robinson’s role in the bankrupting of the United States and why someone like RWR would have his “bosom buddy” King who you both know well, egg on someone like The Plotter of Plotters to put exactly what “fear” in me?

Then again your biological father is only finding out just very, very, very recently that when I do “fear” I have very good reason to do so.

John Ben Stewart was quite convinced he was in “good hands” with King “pulling out all stops” to protect “our man Roger” since RWR, not to be confused with the Being There President Ronald W. Reagan, had never quite got over a scene he witnessed in February 1991 that I have now enumerated ad-nausea, whether he, Roger could trust King more or less than me who he knew following that “get-to-get-her” in my Santa Monica apartment that he couldn’t “fully trust” me but at the same time RWR was still having to figure out for himself whether King was “on the level”.

In other words, Roger W. Robinson who you have never met BUT whose name was made known to John Ben ONLY BY King, not me, did NOT KNOW FOR CERTAIN how much of all the highly top top secret information King had shared with me over the years provided to King by RWR when “our man Roger” was the most senior individual at the National Security Council reporting directly to the Being There President.

Now to make this absolutely true “spy thriller” even more “thrilling” but not necessarily “happy thrilling” right now for all those on the side of the DAAC who need no introduction, is to just place yourself “in the shoes of” RWR hearing from King that King has a way to finally after a decade to “prove his loyalty” by “nailing me” using King’s medical doctor neighbor with “two defenseless children” who like the SD can be “counted on” to “see me” as a “threat-unstable”.

But the key to King, not RWR, pulling this all off is to find a way where neither you nor your sister could be called as a witness to “seal my coffin” and nothing like a criminal court proceeding where both of you being minors at the time could not be called as witnesses and the judge would have to make a “judgment call” and most often as one expect a judge when it comes to minor children would “err” on the side of caution, in favor of a “godly doctor”.

You have to understand that the “goods of treason” that I have on both King and RWR, independent of one another, is all “circumstantial”, i.e. it is all about not only the evidence but the “credibility” of the witnesses and you would know by now, that the better the evidence the better the proof-truth.

Not to mention that unlike the SD I happen to have not only SIGNIFICANTLY better eyesight in both eyes but I happen to have EXCELLENT RECALL.

To mention in passing of the SO IMPORTANT FACT that RWR was himself a very, very, very big pontificator on all the important issues of the day possibly even more so in my presence because King had led “our man Roger” who had yet to hit the truly “big time” in terms of “money creation”, to believe, and quite correctly, that I was a very SIGNFICANT “mover and shaker” which didn’t seem to “match up” with my most humble abode in Santa Monica, much like The Cave.

You will soon, hopefully right this instant figure out that only men with very weak libidos need big houses!

Second, the most “to-get-her” [sic] women in the world understand this perfectly well!

Not to ever forget the big mistake-sin of John Ben was the FACT that your mother’s will had never been “made public” but it was on my proprietary database which meant that John Ben and Co. had ILLEGALLY accessed, again, my PROPRIETARY database.

So now we had John Ben doing nothing short of acknowledging in a court of law that he had committed yet again another crime although he tried to argue that it was so “easy” to break in to my PROPRIETARY DATABASE.

So let me help “set the scene” and bear in mind that I am now rather hungry and while the refrigerator is stacked with food I am not sure I feel like cooking but of course I will, and besides I have fresh chicken boneless breasts I purchased from Vons last evening that should barbecue.

Here was John Ben and his lawyer trying to essentially argue that if you don’t lock your front door and a robber comes and in and steals your little chicken legs that don’t belong to them that it is somehow “not theft”.

While my attorney James C. Ashworth whispered quietly to me that we now had John Ben not only criminally abusing the justice system but he had just handed to me “on a platter” the most incredible civil lawsuit with all sort of wonderful delicious compensatory and punitive damages penalties, I was not quite ready to “celebrate” since I couldn’t believe that the Plotter of Plotter could really be that stupid to have set himself up for me now being able to totally bankrupt him for “tortuously interfering with my business” as the proprietary database was not only very much a “business enterprise” but it contained “work product” that was a whole lot more than just being “proprietary”.

You should see this all coming “to-get-her” [sic] if following along as are others not quite as easily distracted who have to really work hard for a living but who are increasingly finding the time to read and examine my rather clear writings, certainly a whole lot more than anything I have seen coming out either of you and in particular your biological father and his mistress Ms. Dawn.

Let me know if you are not okay with the word “mistress” to describe Ms. Dawn who neither of you appear to have all that much of a problem with otherwise you would have surely if not let her know than why not poor, poor, poor me?

Don’t shed a single tear for me but rather those executives and former executives at Revlon Corporation many if not all in fear of their lives from the Ronald “Capo Di Capi” Perelman, the CEO and Chairman of the Board of Revlon Corporation who as a result of John Ben LETTING ME KNOW he had accessed my database illegally were now much more compromised akin to being in “no-man’s-lad”.

I knew I didn’t have to watch out for the coward John Ben and his few but very out-of-control friends such as Ms. Kathy Murry who later let me know on your mom and my wedding day, 4-22-03 , that I was now on a “watch list”.

You may not know that Kathy Murry’s father was a mob lawyer who was murdered in front of Kathy; later Kathy would find peace by appearing on the Montel Williams TV radio describing how she first began “making peace” by communicating with her father’s killer in jail.

To mention little of to the best of my knowledge Kathy’s immediate family were never forced to return any of the stolen monies.

But there was of course more on that proprietary database including my Royal Mater’s 3-4 page LIFE STORY OF ZENA that she began sending out on October 9^th 2001 which was the first time my RM had ever publicly given anyone any indication that she was a very important cog in the very “deep underground” of the Jewish Underground that was not only the forerunner to the Mossad but ventured even “deeper underground” in pursuit of the 3^rd Reich’s Southern Division that “took root” in South Africa following the defeat of Nazi Germany.

Not to mention yet again that the South African Apartheid Regime was only allowed to exist by virtue of the “stranglehold” that the DAAC had over both the 3 branches of the United States Government and the British Crown before, during and very much after the end of World War II when out-of-control real estate development began in earnest, paid for with totally worthless-fictitious currencies including Diamond Currency all sanctioned by the so-called Allied Nations, the 3 most prominent, the U.S., Great Britain and Russia who up until just very recently, i.e. prior to the bankrupting of the United States, have had the biggest guns.

To mention little of our ability to always threaten our tyrant “of the day” that if they didn’t go along with our “Almighty DeBeers-Dollar” we would always support our “back up” policy of “Regime Change” where we provide the “second in command” with the guns if poison didn’t do “the trick”.

Again, the fact that you have yet to hear any rumblings about Steven SPIelberg’s movie MUNIch or why no one you know INCLUDING YOU are that bothered by Starbucks part of the fermenting of civil unrest in places like the Middle East which opium production is doing just mighty fine, is of course quite obvious, just look at yourself in the mirror on occasion when brushing your teeth and tell me what you see?

While neither of you might follow along perfectly, ALL BY DESIGN, there is in fact NO WIGGLE ROOM, i.e. there is nothing so far in what I have written that CAN PREVENT you apart from GREED, HYPOCRISY and/or much worse conditioning than I have ever thought possible, to begin asking me each and every question until such time as you understand EVERYTHING perfectly.

Today at approximately 10:33 AM I left you a message on your cell phone that I was “dialoguing” with the folks at Register.com to get your mom her email account mdgart@sellnext.com.

When you click on the “dialoguing” hyperlink above it will take you to the “back and forth” with these folks that actually began on November 6^th.

Now go back and think about all the “talking” you have done since returning my call at 11:51 AM, our conversation lasting all of 21 seconds, forget all the “chatter” around you?

And of course you were having fun but unlike those I was “dialoguing with” they all have to “work for living” not quite in a position to engage quite so much in stuff like fraudulent billing of insurance carriers and the such.

Not to mention that this Steve M. was quite the “trooper”, listening a whole lot better than even you who I have helped raise along with your mother since you were all of 18 months of age.

But then you are only in your 15^th year and Steve M. for all I know could be John Ben battling to make your pitiful child support checks.

While I have yet to read what I wrote all these folks and of course you should begin at the bottom I know that what I wrote while mostly thinking of what I would be writing to you in this email as I now mostly think about what I will be saying next journalist Seymour M. Hersh, makes absolute perfect sense including why IT IS that Steve M. didn’t simply decide to end the “chat session” like his other colleagues that much earlier since they have all been trained rather well to “stick to business” but not quite equipped to deal with someone such as myself who “get off a boat” just yesterday.

You would know had you attended just one of Sebastian Capella’s art classes that it is better to paint less and observe more but even the overwhelming majority of his students who have heard all this repeatedly don’t do what this master painter teacher teaches so well but yet Sebastian continues to repeat the same old boring and so logical stuff while understanding well it falls on mostly “deaf ears” and even if along comes someone as truly genius as your mother and trust me you don’t know anyone even close to being as genius as your mother since you don’t really know Sebastian even though you have met him and you may one day get to know me assuming of course I think it is worth my while to invest more of my time and energy in you who while appreciative is like most who are told what to do and how to do it simply looking for that Knowledge-Information-Light that will help them “look good” in the next “encounter”, Sebastian teaches what he preaches to mostly keep improving himself.

It is a whole bunch of nonsense that “the truth hurts” but yet that is first thing that comes to mind other than when John Ben told you on the phone, DID NOT ASK,

Now that bastard hurt you in a way that such a hurt will stay with you the rest of your life.

But in the next instant, once you remember in this instant, that the bastard was “lying through his teeth”, trying to tell you that you would be as evil as him and do something such as get a B in music, making it out like it was not only a “bad thing” but that you would be so very evil to do a “bad thing” just to “get back at someone”, has you now in this instant assuming you are the “winner” I think you are capable of being, feeling so very “proud of yourself” as you feel for the very first time that you are “NOW A MAN!” and knowing how best to coach your kid one day to always “take the high road” and shoot, no matter what, for the stars and score that dam A.

Music is all mathematics and why it is that the best musicians, especially the guitar players “get the hottest chicks-guys”, and of course there are exceptions.

There isn’t a human being on this planet that I have met who can in fact “cut to the chase” quicker than me although there have been times when your mother has “surprised” me but she still wants to see you as a “child” not only because you are but because she was not conditioned by someone such as my ingenious mother who had she raised your mother there wouldn’t have been a chance in hell of Marie Dion GEVISSER marrying John Ben Stewart and then again my mother is not G-d who “steps in” repeatedly BUT ONLY for those very few who ARE NOT “once born” and who can figure out in their “own way” what is meant by being “in tune with the heartbeat of the universe.”

You should by now understand what it is we have the expression, “Never argue with the once born!”

Not to mention my RM’s more recent favorite as I began to question her “competency”, NEVER HER INTEGRITY, “I only debate people who agree with me!”

Not really all that funny if you are on the side of the DAAC who interfere with the light, especially if you are in foxhole in a place like Afghanistan or Iraq and increasingly able to get your hands “on the truth”, searching out websites such as sic www.SupremeInternetCourt.com and the such.

The “gift of the gab” once thought of as “sumthing” [sic[ to be “proud of” which of course it remains to most so poorly conditioned but when having to “face up” to someone such as myself who is not exactly a fool but who can if NEED BE blend in rather easy, “play the fool” better than most fools especially when in the presence of those who think that because they chew gum, talk nonsense, spit, while relying on their nonsense education, lost in trying to figure out I have nothing better to do with my time than CHOOSE not to call them on their nonsense and run the risk of “offending” my Creator who empowers me to use simply logic to defeat all the nonsense talkers.

The fact that I would invest so much of my precious time to finding out that we could pay $9.99/yr versus $29.99/yr of course makes ABSOLUTELY PERFECT SENSE but only if you are “in tune with the heartbeat of the universe” which so very few are at this time.

But that will change when catastrophe occurs although given what I KNOW versus BELIEVE about both “The Mind” as well as “The Hand of G-d” I will continue to provide my “best efforts” while continuing to have “one hell of time” to “give peace a better chance”.

I am though, of course, fast running out of “patience” since again I KNOW that while the “game of life” is just that, a “game” it is a very serious and MOST DEADLY “game” designed by an ingenious mind that is not “GOOD”.

G-d is in fact “great” and not something that you should think yourself so smart to “mock” since you are YET at the point where you are that smart, NOT EVEN CLOSE.

Again, the “truth” is not “good” in the sense that it should make you “feel good” until, however, you are “in touch with the heartbeat of the Universe” and since I am not G-d I don’t know for certain whether you will ever “get it”.

But don’t, I repeat, don’t think yourself EVER so smart that you would want to take “me on” given how EXTRAORDINARILY WELL conditioned I was by NOT ONE GREAT parent but 2 awesome parents who in turn were raised as well as it gets.

All you have had that was “good” apart from you SO VERY IMPORTANT G-D-GIFTED FRIENDS has been me and your mother and the rest UTTER GARBAGE!

One of the Israeli soldiers kidnapped back in July by Hezbollah that was the “excuse-pretext” for Israel going in to Lebanon to do more than just take out the Iranian supplied missiles that would eventually cause the evacuation of Haifa, the major port in Israel with a population of some 300,000 had strong ties to South Africa, in fact Ehud Goldwasser’s parents were in Durban, South Africa where I was born and raised for 1 week shy of my 21^st birthday when they heard about their “tragedy”.

Not to mention yet again the story my Royal Mater told me about her father-in-law, my paternal grandfather, Israel Issy Gevisser’s most valuable properties in Haifa harbor that were “stolen by a crooked lawyer” which given all the experiences you have heard about despite being so “coddled” in your going on 15 years, mostly from the truth, would sound totally reasonable.

But I figured out on my own when I was much younger than you without anyone including my father suggesting otherwise that this story my RM told was not only TOTALLY UNTRUE but designed to “test the mettle” of each one of her 4 children.

And the fact is that while I was the youngest I was the only one to figure out the test AS WELL AS DO “sumthing” [sic] about it, i.e. figure out on my own why my RM would either see fit to tell such a “bold face lie” or why someone much smarter than my RM would have been able to convince her of this “bold face lie”.

Today, given how clearly I have spelled out how extraordinarily “deceptive” is my RM her “practices” fitting in well with the Mossad’s former motto, "By Way of Deception, Thou Shall Make War" few would ever believe that my RM could be so “naïve”.

But this “deception” business while critical in order to build up Israel’s awesome military capabilities inevitably began to take on a “life of its own” to the point that those “in charge” couldn’t see a way out of the maze they had helped to create as they had led at times much more than “double lives” and in fact became very much “part of the problem.”

Another of my RM’s favorite expressions was, “If you are not part of the solution then you are part of the problem”.

But you would also know it isn’t enough just to “mouth words” that “action speaks louder than words”.

Not to mention that just because you can think of something smart such as “Being non-confrontational is no excuse for bad judgment!”, even your “fearless” mother would “prefer” to be “non-confrontational” even though she has seen with her own eyes in dealing with your biological father that it makes no sense and at the same time whenever she has been willing to be “confrontational” and that means NOT WILLING UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES to back down as she did in court back on October 24^th 2002 when we beat John Ben “hands down”, not a single one of his friends King and Co., not even Ms. Dawn DARING to show their faces in court, MDG has ALWAYS come out “smelling like a rose”.

Marie Dion Gevisser would also coach you well why IT IS that,

“winning is important. But it is how you win that most counts!”

Even though we have lost in other courtrooms where we knew going in that both the lawyers, even our own lawyers as well as the judges are all very heavily invested in the “status quo” specifically in places like heavily corrupt Del Mar very much dependant on real estate inflationary wars that has property brokers-managers thinking it mighty fine to “lie through their teeth”, we have been extraordinarily “well rewarded” for having “fought the right fight” NOT on behalf of us who could afford to live anywhere in the world in “peace and quiet” but for those who are poor but not stupid but who just don’t have quite the “stamina” to put up with all the bs.

Certainly it is fair to say that I may well excel in that “stamina category” despite my chicken legs, big nose, big ears, no shoulders to speak of.

At the same time I have traveled down quite a path to the point that I am totally fearless, not needing anyone’s approval as I “take my time” again in “giving peace a chance” and if I am wrong, that the naysayers are right, that the end is going to be horrifically violent, I at least am at peace with myself that I have done the best I can and when that wasn’t enough to do whatever is necessary until such time as I take my last breath knowing versus believing the serenity that lies ahead.

I don’t know this Goldwasser family but it shouldn’t surprise you based on the information I have provided you over the years and very specifically yesterday before you went and achieved your goal of coming first in a highly competitive competition where your mom and I were just hoping you would “place” in the top 3, that I could very possibly help them find “a channel for negotiating" the release of their son.

Not that we didn’t think you were good to enough to win but the competition you faced was beyond a shadow of a doubt the best I have seen in quite a while.

To mention little of when I used to watch at Durban’s Bay of Plenty during the Gunston 500 one of major surfing competitions that had the best surfers in the world competing, I paid little or no attention to the judging given how so very subjective is this sport.

To mention in passing how very easily influenced even the most objective of the judges can be especially where they are so dependant upon both sponsors as well as not wanting to incur the wrath of an “over controlling” parent which is what my good friend Shaun Tomson was “gifted”.

But I learned a number of things yesterday in what was quite obviously possibly the most objective judging I have personally witnessed in any sport let alone surfing that is very possibly the least subjective of all competitive sports.

Not to mention how important a role “etiquette” amongst the surfers in fierce competition “figures in to the equation”.

While there are all sorts of clear cut rules such as not “dropping in” on someone else wave when considering all the factors that it takes to win amongst great athletes the MERE FACT that you have the AWESOME COURAGE to compete against great athletes is worth a medal, at least in my book.

You are getting close to an age when I had to make choices that very possibly no one else has ever had to make even though at the time I was meeting with David Ben Gurion the first prime minister of Israel I didn’t understand everything that was going on around me and nor did I have close to a strong belief in a Superior Being given how pretty much everyone I knew with “power and influence”, most of all “Money Power” were not only crooked but ruthless, not towards the masses of poor throughout the world for my thinking was like yours limited to my own “little world”, rather how the community in which I grew up acted towards my amazing father who was battling to find a decent paying job despite his over-the-top credentials which when compared to all the beasts had me more than simply “questioning G-d”.

But like you, I had an awesome mother who while in many ways “putting down” my father by “blaming” my father’s father as well as my father for my father “lacking ambition” had me mostly focused on my mother, empowering me by simply reminding me when I would exhibit “independent thinking” that I had an abundance of “common sense” without ever once going “overboard” by suggesting I was “brilliant”.

Not to mention, never, not once did my RM ever come even close to suggesting anything along the lines of “I hope you didn’t do that just to get back at me” although as I showed “independent thinking” she would mutter to herself words to effect that she had “sumhow” [sic] failed but then again by that time I had seen my RM much the way you should see John Ben as nothing more than a “reverse barometer”.

And the fact that he can smile, place his knuckles against yours when you, NOT he, has been the “high flyer” should at some point get as nauseating to you as it is to me.

My mother, Zena Rosland Ash Gevisser Zulman, rarely if ever had to repeat a single thing she told me given how extraordinarily well I listened as she from the very start communicated with me as if I was an adult versus most who treat children like children and wake up too late when their children remain children why wearing the title “adult”.

But it was her repetitiveness of the Confucius words, “The Tallest Trees Attract the Most Wind” that told me that I was much more than simply “above average” in intelligence, especially after I met with DBG and my RM as I now call my mother never even bothered to ask me what I thought about this very important man who I knew well before meeting this close friend of my mother’s maternal grandmother had not only the Mossad reporting to him directly in 1949 after Israel was victorious in the War of Independence and after my RM began visiting Israel “two to three times a year from the earliest days of 1949” when my RM was still 19 years of age.

Not to mention yet again that my maternal great grandmother, Nechie Badash specifically returned in 1929 to England from Israel where she was one of the first residents of Tel Aviv just to raise her granddaughter who like her father, my Granddad Al Ash was one of the heroes of Israel you will never read about in the history books.

There is no record of Albert Badash-Ash or his mother Nechie, like my mother being a member of the Mossad, Israel’s not so super-secretive intelligence institute that very smart people like DBG knew without having to read a book like the Diamond Invention would even if the Mossad wasn’t already infiltrated by the DeBeers-Anglo American Cartel, the mafia of mafia, right from its very start, it would be just a matter of time, given how the DAAC had well before the outbreak of the Second World War infiltrated the governments of not only each and every warring country but most if not all of the weakest of nations who couldn’t even afford toy guns.

In your and your sisters case you are both old enough to figure out ALL THE RIGHT QUESTIONS to ask both your mother and me as well as your biological father John Ben Stewart and Dawn who by now may have decided to end her relationship with John Ben knowing that she is highly unlikely to get any more money than what she has already been paid given how the recent emails she sent not only me but your mother show beyond a shadow of a doubt that her hands are also “very bloodied”.

Dawn, assuming she is being advised by “counsel” has to be thinking that in John Ben allowing her to use his email account to communicate both with me and your mother that very plotting John Ben Stewart was very possibly simply “setting her up” as all your biological father can do at this time given the extraordinary “big hole” he has dug for himself is to keep digging and digging totally oblivious to all his and other peoples’ dirt that he has thrown in all directions.

And so what if the wind picks up and throws some back in his face, from his standpoint he has in fact nothing to lose given how very “bloodied” are his hands.

Remember Dawn works for Milberg Weiss-Lerach a very substantial law firm that recently “split up” as a result of criminal indictments that could have their most senior partners spending the rest of their lives in jail, certainly if I were allowed to give evidence.

You can always wash soil off your hands but once “blackened” they remain that way for the rest of your natural life.

It didn’t take me very long given how I raised to be an “independent thinker” right from the start as both parents allowed me “to fly free and high” to figure out that in “putting down” my father my mother was in fact “pulling out all stops” to protect him in the event she ever got “caught” just like her father.

Doing the right thing and the smart thing which is also the right thing is often times in this very squirrelly world extraordinarily difficult to figure out but once you know everything there is to know about the “background” of a human being then it is rather easy to figure out the “method to their madness”.

My mother made it a point of letting me know that it was not her father or mother but Nechie Badash who had raised her.

All that I knew about Nechie Badash was that she produced a number of children who traveled a lot.

All else that I knew about Nechie Badash was that at a very young age she watched from inside a closet as her entire immediate got butchered to death, mostly with knives.

This family massacre took place well before Hitler and his concentration camps which were simply improvements on the concentration camps that the British had erected during the Anglo-Boer War of 1899-1902.

All that I knew about Nechie Badash’s one son, Albert Badash-Ash’s reasons for “settling” his immediate family in South Africa in 1947 was to “escape” the cold climate of England and be in a place that had a “bigger problem than the Jews”.

All that I knew for a long time until I figured out that in all likelihood it was my RM who called the “hit” on the American head of the DAAC, Charles Engelhard and if not her than someone extraordinarily close to her that was even “deeper undercover”, was that my RM was helping those “communist” groups of South Africans who were risking everything to help the enslaved blacks of South Africa.

Today it should be obvious to you and your sister the “disconnect” in the one so very important story my RM told not only to me but to my 3 siblings who I can assure you again never “picked up” on any of it because of the extraordinary deceptiveness of my genius RM who inevitably because of her conditioning “fell victim” to the notion of “the end justifies the means”.

But on my Barmitzvah day, 30 months before I met DBG but only 11 odd months before Charles Englehard, the most evil mineral richest man in the world was assassinated by the Jewish Underground operating very deep underground throughout the world but very much so in South Africa and Hong Kong where the most “Money Power” people in the world lived most of the time, I knew that there had to better way to do things even if I didn’t have the foggiest notion how.

The idea that one can be in any way, shape or form “spiritual” when you have the most evil, the most vile members of your congregation such as the Lazarus clan of Durban North, South Africa and the financiers of financiers who helped orchestrate the evil that was being perpetrated against my amazing father who only had my mother “sticking up for him” but only in the privacy of our own household, being afforded the best seats in your synagogue being presided over by a rabbi so worldly, so studious as Professor Rabbi Abner Weiss, said to me I had better “hold my tongue”, sing as best I could which was in fact a whole lot better than I can these days, and put all my trust not in G-d who I thought had to be a whole bunch of nonsense but rather in my Royal Mater who while repeating to me time again, “The tallest trees make the most wind” went out of her way to have me “stand tall”, never once telling me “what to do or how to do it” but always being there for me when “taking a fall”.

It is mostly the best who die young and why if always doing the right thing and the smart thing which is the right thing to welcome the “challenge” of meeting our Maker.

There is a lot to be said about learning very early in life how to “defend” against all the nonsense like alcoholism which is extraordinarily rare amongst the Jewish people, at least of my generation and those that came before but in a very hostile world learning very early in life to hold weapons such as the Israeli Uzzi submachine gun that in all likelihood had been used just 6 months prior to kill in very close combat other people, leaves an indelible impression which is all that my RM wanted to achieve with these very “choreographed” photos taken of me both in January 1968 and June-July 1966, “my first trip overseas”.

Making your win that much more meaningful should have been the approximately 12 minute “monologue” I gave you yesterday morning, covering more than a 100 years of my family’s life, heading out to Pacific Drive in Pacific Beach where you, your competitors as well the organizers did nothing short of “dazzle” us.

Not mention just the one in “poor taste” joke about “Mexicans” that I later mentioned, probably no one apart from your mom and me in the audience which of course included you folks in the surf who could hear most of the interesting-informative comments found “objectionable”.

To mention little of you today, MUCH BETTER informed about me and my “background” than your sister even if she was to be reading like the overwhelming majority of people on my email list, very easily able to “get over” while mentioning the SD time and again always adding a little more information that would have an “independent thinker” not only crying “bloody murder” but wanting to sit down with me and the “IT” and DEMANDING to hear from both sides, one at a time, exactly what led to the SD wanting apart from “knowing no better” to “murder my good name” and in the process destroy your amazing mother.

But so far you have BOTH CHOSEN, extraordinarily poorly in my humble but seasoned opinion, to confront John Ben not because you have this thing, “Well he is my father, blah blah” [sic] but because you simply don’t see any ADVANTAGE to your “WELL BEING”, thinking that TIME is on your side WHILE AT THE SAME time you have to be THINKING about “sum” [sic] of the things I have had to say such as the FACT that NONE OF US knows when we will take our last breath AS WELL AS THE FACT THAT each of us has a choice in our biological parents who WE ALL KNOW are NOT G-d, yet they must at least THINK they are G-d, GIVEN how apart from me NOT ONE OF THE mothers and fathers you know including the SD want you to hear the truth about how EXTRAORDINARILY easy it is for certain people to manufacture their own money to buy everything including peoples silence.

Just the fact that you can’t get a single adult you know to engage you in conversation on this “conversation stopping” subject should tell you how very fortunate you are to have both me and your mother.

It is not hard to figure out who has been “bought off” by simply looking at all the “deafening silent” people on my email list and that includes of course your biological father and his lawyer and remember again we have ample evidence that while he may say he does not read my or your mother’s emails surely YOU CANNOT BELIEVE that Dawn would be keeping everything she has written to herself that when she opens her big ugly mouth your biological father who has been hell bent on destroying your mother long before I came along grabs hold of his disgusting ears and presses his hands so tight that he doesn’t hear a word.

Go ahead and produce a cartoon of John Ben and after sharing it with your friends email it to me to be posted on the front page of,,, how about www.SELLNEXT.COM?

Again go back and try to understand my RM’s “point of view” that “the end justifies the means” when she also was just as capable as me to look around our over-the-top synagogue on April 25th 1970 and know that “sumthing” [sic] was very “rotten in Denmark”.

Again some 30 odd months before I met DBG when I had pretty much fully figured out “the method to the madness” of my “mad hatter” RM and some 11 odd months before the most evil Charles Engelhard was assassinated and my RM’s “lucky friend”, my uncle David Moshal Gevisser Englehard didn’t simply get a whole bunch of money, $6 million in March 1971, I knew I was being “groomed”.

$6 million even today is not exactly “chicken feed” but much more importantly the very deep underground Jewish Underground needed someone even better equipped than my RM to “take over” from my uncle DG.

Not to mention why my RM has this “thing” for letting me know that she was unlikely to live very long and that since I wouldn’t be inheriting anything but “your father’s good name” I needed to quickly absorb all her knowledge.

To mention little once again of my RM imploring me, “all the important people I have known are dead” when she was in fact in the “prime of her life” with international contracts up the kazoo, just another way of letting me know in her “own way” that I would never be “short of contacts”, so long as I kept my big mouth shut and “stuck to my knitting”.

Nor is G-d exclusive to the Jewish “Deep Underground” who certainly during the time period that DBG was “calling the shots” were a whole lot better informed than the Mossad who for good reason began again reporting directly DBG when my RM “after the earliest days of 1949 was visiting Israel two to three times a year”.

Not to mention how my RM made a point of “letting the world” know for the 21 years short of 1 week that I lived in her and my father’s household that she, as good as your mother is in languages, only knew 3 words in Hebrew which she made a point of always pronouncing rather poorly.

To mention little of my RM still very possibly thinking it is important in order to protect me that she continue the “distraction-deception” game although she may have finally got the message to be now VERY QUIET, such a “message” for all I know being delivered the most “forcefully” by “The Hand of G-d” given how my RM knows it is nothing short of a miracle that both she and I have survived this long.